Party Like a Rockstar

Memories of Birthday's Past

Today is my birthday.  Because I live in Hollywood, I'm not going to divulge my age here, but suffice it to say I'm old enough to remember life before email.  Celebrating my birthday in years past usually involved quite a lot of alcohol and a wicked hangover.  Thanks to my new status as "some poor kid's Mother", tonight's activities involve a quiet night with the Hubs and a 6:15PM dinner reservation. Honestly, I can't wait to ditch the kiddo and have an adult night out.  I know that makes me sound like a horrible, unfeeling parent, but the truth is, I haven't had occasion to wear anything other than yoga pants or pajamas since before I gave birth.  I need to put on some makeup and a cute outfit and try to reconnect with the pre-Motherhood me.  I love my kiddo, but all I want for my birthday is a few spit up-free hours, a stiff drink, and some adult conversation.  The irony, of course, is that we'll probably spend the entire evening talking about the Muffin Man.  Ah, Motherhood.  You can't escape it no matter how hard you try.